Leather, Love and Tattoos, page 8
Cole ended the conversation abruptly and left her house in a hurry. Abby was not impressed. This conversation definitely wasn’t over. She was taken aback when Cole brought up her father; that was out of left field. She’d never expected to hear that come out of him. It was sweet, Abby would give him that much, but it didn’t make any sense. Her father’s opinion would never count because there was no man in the entire universe that would ever be good enough for his little girl. Therefore, it was her decision and hers alone that mattered.
Abby tried to relax after Cole left, but she was too upset to calm down. After locking up, she went to bed and tried to fall asleep but she kept tossing and turning. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing with images of Cole and the feel of that kiss. She’d tried to understand his point of view, but she couldn’t, and it only got her more frustrated. She needed to release some stress. If it wasn’t so late, she would have gone for a run but instead she got out of bed and went into the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea. That usually calmed her down when she was stressed. But banging cupboards and slamming drawers didn’t seem to help either. Abby knew what she needed to do. She needed to talk—not yell, but talk calmly with Cole right now. They needed to finish this conversation once and for all. Abby slipped on her runners and headed over to Cole’s.
Chapter Twelve
“Still be friends?” Abby muttered as she stomped over to Cole’s house. “My ass! He had no right to kiss me like that and then leave after some dumb excuse about pleasing my father. This time I’m gonna have the last word. I’m gonna tell him exactly how I feel!”
The night air was cool on her overheated skin, but Abby didn’t notice; she was too enraged. She crossed into his yard with steam coming out of her ears and was glad to see Cole’s lights were still on. This way he couldn’t ignore her and claim he’d gone to bed, as if that would stop her in her current mood. Cole told Abby he had feelings for her. She’d dreamed about hearing those words come out of his mouth since she first met him. Now that she had, she would do anything to get him to listen to what she had to say, even if she needed to bang on his door all night long. Better yet, knock the damn thing down. Whatever it took.
Abby knocked on the door but got no response, which pissed her off even more. “Cole Fletcher, I know you’re in there. You better answer this damn door before I kick it in.”
Abby continued to bang on the door like an enraged pit bull, the intensity growing with each knock until Cole finally flung open the door in nothing but a pair of worn jeans. No shirt and no socks. She was mad. Mad as hell, but when she saw him lean against the door looking all sexy and desirable, she lost a bit of steam. He was simply the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. Was it any wonder she’d fallen in love at first sight? As Abby stared at his half-naked body she thought it was weird that it wasn’t his tattooed chest that caused her heart to beat a little faster, but his bare feet.
By the look on his face he wasn’t surprised to see her at his doorstep as he leaned with his arms crossed over his smooth, muscled chest. Abby lost all track of time; she wasn’t sure how long she stood in his doorway, not saying a word. All she could do was stare. His magnificent tattoo started on his chest, made its way down over his shoulder onto his back and extended down his left arm. The artwork was beautiful. The colours and the detail were spectacular. Abby had never been interested in ink before, but now, after seeing it up close on the perfect specimen, she thought it was incredibly hot. She almost forgot why she was so mad, but then quickly remembered when he said nonchalantly, “What’s up Abby?” As if he didn’t just leave her house after breaking her heart into a million pieces.
Abby pushed her way into the house and said, “What’s up? That’s how you greet me? Don’t you dare ‘what’s up, Abby’ me. How dare you leave my house in such a hurry without giving me the opportunity to tell you how I feel? You think you can decide my future for me? What gives you the right to tell me who I can and cannot be with and then walk out the door? I want to have my say!”
He was a little frightened at her anger but also a little turned on. Her blue eyes were fierce and seemed to be glowing. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved with every breath she took. God, she was sexy as hell. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. With his blood rushing south, he was slowing losing the ability to multitask. All he could concentrate on was her face. He knew she was talking because he saw her lips move, but he couldn’t tell what she was saying to save his life.
“Cole, are you listening to me?”
“Of course, Abby,” What was she talking about? The last thing he remembered was her wanting to give him a piece of her mind. It was a risk, but he would start there. “Okay have your say.”
Pleased he was paying attention, Abby took a deep breath and sighed as her heart rate started to slow. “Okay, I will. I don’t care what my father says or thinks about who I date. No one will ever be good enough for him. So I’m the one that gets to choose. Do you get that? I’m the one that decides who makes me happy.” Abby emphasized her point by poking her finger into Cole’s chest. “And what makes me happy is you, goddammit! Ever since I first laid eyes on you I wanted to be with you. I pursued you. I wanted you. I needed you. I knew we would be perfect together. But what did I get in return? Embarrassment and humiliation. You rejected me. You pushed me away. I didn’t deserve that, and I still don’t …” Abby paused and looked away, “…but it never changed the way I felt about you. I still want and need you!”
It was obvious to Cole that Abby had feelings for him all this time but hearing her express them with such heat and passion pushed him over the edge. He could no longer fight his own true feelings any longer. He’d tried pushing them aside for so long, but they kept resurfacing and with each time the intensity grew. With every word she spoke, his desire for her grew—and the wall came down.
Cole whispered, “You’re right. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, and I’m so sorry. I loved it when you came over and visited. The attention you gave me made me feel so special. I tried to fight my growing feelings for you, but they’re too strong and I can’t fight them anymore.” He paused to organize his thoughts. “Abby, I was interested in you from the very beginning and still am.”
Still ranting with a full head of steam, she didn’t hear what he said. “I understand you want to please my father but like I said you make me happy. You are perfect for me, so it doesn’t matter what my father has to say … wait, what did you just say? Did you say you were interested in me?”
She stopped pacing the floor and looked at Cole with such hope and innocence. It was that look that made him realize 100% she was the one for him. He finally was able to express the feelings he’d been trying to ignore for weeks. “I’ve wanted to be with you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Abby couldn’t believe what she just heard. “Really?”
Cole moved in, wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her in. “You were wearing a flowery sundress and you waved at me while I was moving in.” Cole chuckled at the memory. “You took my breath away. One look at those beautiful blue eyes and I nearly dropped the box of dishes I was carrying. That innocent image of you was etched in my brain, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you from that very first moment.”
Abby smiled sweetly at the memory. “It was a very hot day and you’d taken off your shirt. I couldn’t stop staring at your tattoos.”
Cole leaned in lightly and kissed her brow. “I tried to keep my distance, but you kept coming over. Cookies one day, lemonade the next. Each time I had to concentrate so hard not to put my hands on you. It was difficult, but I was managing. Then you started talking about motorcycles and that was it. I needed to have you.”
Abby sighed and all her anger was gone. “I learned that stuff because I wanted to impress you.”
“Baby, you did. I thought it was so hot when you mentioned braided brake lines!”
Abby reached up and placed her hands on either side of his face. “Yeah? What about if I mentioned the four strokes of an internal combustion engine?”
Cole whispered, “You would’ve been lucky to have kept your clothes on!”
Abby slowly smiled and purred like a cat. “Suck squeeze bang blow!”
Cole didn’t give Abby a chance to change her mind. Without hesitation he moved towards her, picked her up and placed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Abby let out a giggle as Cole gave her rump a light pat as he headed towards the stairs. He stopped at the foot of the stairs. His bedroom was too far away. He couldn’t wait one more second before getting his hands and other parts of his body on her. Instead of climbing the stairs, he turned and dumped her on the first soft surface he could find … the couch.
Cole knelt in front of her and paused, mesmerized by her beauty. Even though he’d tried so hard not to think of her, he’d imagined what she would look like at this moment, what she would taste like, the feel of her. Up until now it was just a fantasy, but he was about to turn his dream into a reality.
He had to remind himself to be gentle. It had been awhile since Cole had been with a woman, and he didn’t want to be too rough with her. Abby wasn’t like the other women he’d dated. She was the girl next door. She was the picture of perfection. She was so special and needed to be pampered and treated with care.
Abby watched Cole with loving eyes. She’d occupied all her free time staring at him out her window and dreaming of ways to get him naked. Now he was kneeling in front of her looking over her body with a burning desire in his eyes. She felt a warming sensation move over her entire body. The need to touch him increased exponentially as he examined every inch of her. She reached out and lightly ran her hands over his well-defined shoulders and down his smooth, inked chest.
As soon as she felt his heated skin her hormones kicked into hyperdrive and she needed to have him—all of him. His slow, measured pace only heightened her anticipation, causing a tingling sensation to course over her body. She needed to touch him. “You have the most amazing chest. I love your tattoos.” Abby seductively ran her hands over his chest and down his arm, tracing his tattoo. “Which one was your first?”
Cole took Abby’s hand, kissed her palm and placed her hand on his left pec. “This one!”
Abby stroked the fire-breathing dragon that seemed to come alive with every breath Cole took. She needed to be closer. She leaned in and kissed the dragon and felt his heart rate jump. “You may not be aware of this,” Abby whispered as she kissed his chest, “but I’ve watched you work on your bike without your shirt on and fantasized about taking you to my bed.” The dragon came alive.
In a gruff voice, Cole said, “I know. I saw you peeking through your kitchen window. It took all of my strength and willpower not to leap over the fence and take you on the kitchen floor.”
Hearing him talk with such abandon sent shockwaves of desire to her centre. The need to feast on him grew. She kissed his shoulders and along his neck while stroking his torso and down his muscular arms. The fire in her belly erupted. Abby licked down his chest and slowly traced his tattoo with her tongue. She could smell leather and something that was distinctively … Cole. Electricity shot throughout her body as she took one of his nipples into her mouth while stroking his chest. She methodically worked her tongue down his muscular belly, licking each part of his amazing six-pack abs. She felt Cole’s muscles tighten as she made her way down. When she reached the top button of his jeans, Abby paused and looked up into Cole’s eyes as she slowly undid each button.
With every touch, Cole’s control weakened. He needed to be inside her more than he needed to take his next breath, but he leaned back and let Abby take the lead. He loved that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He’d always thought of her to be shy and sweet; he was surprised to find out she had a sultry side. Her hidden sexuality opened to him, and he welcomed the heat and the passion.
Abby didn’t take her eyes off him. She couldn’t. She loved seeing the fire grow in him as she slowly reached in his jeans and cupped him. Her smooth hands began to caress and stroke him. Cole watched as Abby took him into her hot little mouth. His arousal painfully grew. The sensation was almost more than he could handle, and he was afraid he wouldn’t last. Fuck. He stroked her hair away from her face and gently caressed her back, mimicking her methodical rhythm. She stopped pleasuring him and looked longingly into his eyes. The need to please him sparkled in the blue ocean of her stare.
He switched their positions and gently lowered Abby to the floor. It was his turn now. He feasted on her hard and fast. He plunged his tongue into her and teased her sweet mouth, feeling her go pliant, and he got hotter.
He stripped off his jeans in one swift move. Then, with a surprising amount of tenderness, he began to undress Abby. Cole laughed to himself. He couldn’t believe he was nervous to undress her. This wasn’t the first woman he’d undressed, but most of the women he dated didn’t wear much of anything, and by the time they got down to business they were already naked. Abby was different. She was wearing a plain cotton t-shirt and soft pajama pants. She looked so innocent.
“Please, Cole. I want you.”
Her pleas took away some of his nerves. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He was speechless. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Cole paused to admire her beautiful full breasts. He’d seen most of her breasts while Abby sunbathed in the backyard; for someone who normally dressed modestly, her skimpy bikinis left little to the imagination. But now was different. Now he got the full shot and didn’t waste any time. He leaned in and took one of her breasts into his mouth while he stroked the other. Abby was immediately putty in his hands. His calloused yet gentle touch sent shockwaves coursing throughout her entire body. Cole loved her reaction to him and knew she was ready for him to amp it up.
A moan escaped Abby’s throat as he slowly traced his fingers down her torso. When he grazed the contour of her ribs, she giggled. “That tickles!” Then she couldn’t speak when he replaced his fingers with his tongue and passionately licked down her smooth, flat belly.
He enjoyed the moans and quick breaths that escaped Abby’s mouth. With every touch and taste, the intensity of her reactions increased. Her little spasms caused his erection to ache. He wanted—no, needed—to be inside her but wanted to make sure she was ready for him. The last thing he would ever want to do was to hurt her.
“Oh, Cole, that feels so good.”
Cole smiled. “It’s only gonna get better, baby!”
He placed his hand inside her flannel bottoms and began stroking her intimately. Abby had had sex before, but her experience with men was limited. The times she did get romantic with a man it was basic—generic, even. It was usually in a bed, in the missionary position and with the lights out. She’d never experienced the erotic touch or the taste of a man like Cole. He was a take-charge man who knew how to please a woman and take her arousal to new heights. As soon as Cole’s fingers caressed between her legs, an orgasm ripped through Abby’s entire body so violently she began to thrash.
Cole didn’t think it was possible, but watching the reaction Abby had to his touch got him even harder. He needed to be inside her and soon.
“It’s okay, baby, just relax. I love the way you look and sound when you cum.”
Nobody had ever talked dirty to Abby before, and she loved it. Cole continued to take Abby to new sexual heights, and she could feel the next orgasm growing inside her. He leaned down and licked Abby’s smooth, tanned leg from ankle to hip and teased where he was going to kiss next.
Abby jumped to attention when she realized what he was planning on doing. “Uhhh, Cole, please stop.”
A little concerned that he’d done something wrong, Cole stopped. “Are you okay? Did I do something to hurt you?”
“No, not at all, it’s just that no one has ever done what I think you’re about to do to me before!”
Cole chuckled softly and spoke low and seductively. “Really?” He licked her thigh. “No one has ever tasted you?”
Breathless, she said, “No!”
“No one has ever pleasured you with their tongue?”
Abby got more turned on. “No, but I love when you talk dirty to me!”
“Then you’re gonna love when I do more than just talk with my mouth. It’s so hot to know that I’ll be the first.” He slowly stroked her centre with his fingers. “You’re gonna love it, baby. Just lay back and enjoy.”
Abby was a little embarrassed and wondered when she had shaved her legs last, and other parts, for that matter. Cole didn’t seem to be worried or even notice as he spread her legs apart and continued to stroke her. When he replaced his hands with his mouth on her centre, all her nerves were forgotten. The waves of pleasure came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave, and all she could think of was Cole. He was making love to her and she never wanted it to end.
Cole pressed his palm down on her belly to keep her steady as Abby thrashed around with pleasure. He leaned over and grabbed the condom out of the back pocket of his jeans. He quickly reversed their positions again so he was on his back on the floor and Abby was straddling him. He looked up into her face and was lost in her sparkling blue eyes as he sheathed himself. She was so beautiful. Abby positioned herself upon his erection and Cole watched as she slowly lowered herself inch by inch until she took all of him inside her. The feel of her almost brought him to orgasm. She was warm, silky soft and so incredibly tight.
He gritted his teeth and watched as Abby began to rock. “Damn, Abby! That feels so amazing!”
Abby kept the pace slow and steady. Cole placed his hands on her waist and urged her to speed up, but she wouldn’t give in to his demands. “Nuh-uh! I’m going to keep this nice and slow. I’ve wanted you for far too long, and I’m going to enjoy every minute I have you.” Abby reached up and began to stroke her own breasts.
